Stories tagged “Jacqueline Bind”
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Diamonds in the Night: Living on the Edge
A partial curse, quickly silenced, escaped into the night. Jacqueline tried not to think about the Senator’s daughter, but the image of her clad in a loose fitting cotton robe, hair hanging in newly-showered disarray, kept creeping into her mind ...
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Diamonds in the Night: An Act of Desperation
Jacqueline could feel her hands slipping; she had only seconds to come up with a plan. Luckily, she never came to a party unprepared. Reaching down to her belt, her fingers found the grenade. Activating it, she waited a second before letting it go. 3, ...
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Diamonds in the Night: Work Now, Explain Later
Ezra’s voice was a torrent of different concerns. “Damnit, J. What in the holy hell are you up to? Was that an explosion? You’re not cleared for explosives- you’re not even supposed to have them after what happened in Rio.”...
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Diamonds in the Night: To Be Determined
It took a moment for her eyes to adjust, the only illumination was from outside and it was difficult to see through all the smoke. The room she found herself in was small. The explosion had rocked the shelves, rags and bottles lay on the floor. Bleach ...
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Diamonds in the Night: Hard to Handle
“Barbara!” Jacqueline gasped. “What are you doing here?” “I’m doing what those stupid men upstairs were supposed to do- I’m killing you.” Before the words were out of her mouth, Barbara Keene was already ...
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Diamonds in the Night: Checkmate
“Do you even know what your father has been up to?” Jacqueline inquired, sending a quick jab to Barbara’s ribs. She could tell she hit a sensitive spot by the way Barbara cried out when her fist connected. “Of course I do. You know our work in ...
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Diamonds in the Night: A Diplomatic Edge
“Our men are everywhere. We own this building. It’s only a matter of time until you are caught.” Barbara flinched as Jacqueline adjusted her hold on the knife. “No wait- don’t!” “I don’t want to hurt you,...
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Red Roses and Dry Gin: Waiting For a Sign
Jacqueline slapped her arm, killing the mosquito that had mistaken her for easy prey. There were a lot of things that could be said about Mexico but so far she was unimpressed. Mostly it was hot and dirty. A young senorita swayed by in a long colourful...
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Dry Gin and Red Roses: Courting Danger
She tossed back the remnants of the gin and tonic and grimaced. Gin was just too damned dry. She preferred something a little more… fun. Pausing to fan herself, she gathered up the flowers and headed up to her room, leaving her shoulder wrap and ...
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Red Roses and Dry Gin: Ready for War
There wasn’t enough time for the shower to be anything but business. That didn’t make it short. If anything, the date lent the shower importance it didn’t usually carry. Her targets had far more to worry about than if she stunk or not...
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Red Roses and Dry Gin: Power Plays
The car was late. To pass the time, Jacqueline practiced throwing playing cards across the room. Cards moved so differently than knives. She had once known a girl who had earned the nickname ‘Gambit’ by consistantly hitting targets in the e...